I say I was never really worried I was going to die, but maybe I am lying to myself. As I told the people at the party of Rihanna's song, my journey to get my last cache in the middle of a crevasse field, and my thought that I had not seen a sunrise in over a month, and maybe I would never see another sunrise, it was all I could do to keep the tears back. I guess somewhere deep inside I was terrified, but I was not quitting, I too had to pass the test.
My grandmother would frequently comment that the sunset was the most beautiful she had ever seen. Every sunrise, every sunset is a blessing, a gift of another day. Every sunrise, and every sunset could be our last.
To this day, I can not listen to the words of Russian Roulette without breaking down in tears. We need to live every day to its fullest.
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